Touching The Void Book Novels & Stories

When his hand finally brushed mine—just a ghost of a touch against my knuckles—a jolt of white-hot heat seared skin to skin. It wasn't a burn; it was a branding. It was the feeling of a puzzle piece finally clicking into a spot that had been jagged and empty for a lifetime. “You’re trembling,” he whispered, his voice thick with a hunger that wasn't for blood, but for me. “I was told I was Void,” I gasped, my fingers reaching out to grip the hard, scarred muscles of his forearms. I needed to know he was real. I needed to know I wasn't dreaming again.

“Somehow, you’re still here.” But the Void reacted. Its darkness pulsed violently. “Instability detected. The Heart cannot anchor another.” I raised my hands, glowing with radiant warmth. “No. This isn’t balance. This is connection. This is life!” A surge of power exploded outward. Stars flared. Worlds trembled. And for a moment, the Void recoiled not defeated, but hesitant. I realized the truth: the Void had never experienced love. Attachment. Sacrifice. It could consume, erase, obliterate but it could not understand the bond between souls that choose each other.

"How long have the shadows spoken to you? Did they start in the dream, or..." "Before?" I finish for him. "I can't be sure, but I think I may have always heard them, just not as loudly." He seems pleased, humming as he thinks. "And the void, have you ever seen it?" "I don't understand it," I admit. "The void is a nebulous place of potential anything that can be imagined can be brought forth," he explains, his voice steady and firm. "Unfortunately, those of us who can influence shadows, often hear them as well, and have very troubled minds." His look is almost pitying as he peers at me. To have so much power and potential but at such a high cost. "When given the chance, those with the shadow

My hand was covered in Hessa’s blood. Void’s eyes widened. “The final page.” I tossed it to him. He caught it. No deal. No promise. I didn’t need one anymore. I only wanted Ashton to suffer like I had suffered. Void placed the page against the empty space in the book. The moment it touched the old pages, the paper burned with black light. It sealed itself in, as if it had always belonged there. The symbols across the floor lit up all at once. A deep vibration moved through the mountain, so low it rattled my teeth.

And my breath caught. I’ve never been shy, but that stare—it sliced through me like heat. He didn’t look at me like a man seeing a woman. He looked like a man discovering something he’d already claimed in his mind. Like he’d already touched me. Tasted me. Broken me in half and left me begging for more. I couldn’t move. His gaze pinned me like a brushstroke to canvas. Something fluttered in my belly. Not butterflies—something heavier. Darker. Want.

Before I could understand what's happening. One hand closed over my mouth. A firm arm encircled my hips. Pull me back. I thrashing, but I was not quick enough. Built like a wall, the body behind me was tall and remarkably quiet. I lacked even the time to shout. Behind me the wall screaked. No, hissed open and I was pulled across. no noise. There were no footprints. only shadows. As we walked through a small tunnel, a nauseating cold hands encircled me. The stone was harsh and wet. Loud and hopeless, my heart pulsated in my head.

The void is everything, exists in everything, hidden in the smallest elements, taking up all the spaces in between. Smiling, I tilt my head to the side and say a single word of intention, my eyes focused not on the dot itself, but on all the spaces between the surrounding spaces. “Shift.” The circle pulses, absorbing the voidstuff directly around it as everything that is not-void is pushed to the sides. “Open.” The gateway widens, spiraling from the center, pushing the solids and blending the liquid darkness of eternity until there is a circle tall enough for a dragon in full bestial form to walk through without effort.

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The girl screamed as Phil was flung away out of her dream by a strong force. Phil found himself once more floating in the plains of sleep, the figure of the girl vanished as she was pulled by the tether connected on her head. Phil was still confused and wanted to explore more but he felt himself getting tired and ended his adventures early. As Phil vanished and return to the real world, far above the shallows, in the deepest void littered by enchanting swirling galaxies, a star shimmered brightly and within moments it moved an eye formed in the void, as it opened cosmos and galaxies poured out of its pupils. A voice was then heard as it was talking to itself.

“It’s… I don’t know how to describe… it’s nothing. It’s nothing and it’s here.” We reached the square in seconds. In the center, where pack members had been gathering for evening meal, was an absence. Not a hole or a void in the normal sense. More like reality had forgotten that space existed. Looking at it made my eyes hurt, made my brain try to skip over the area entirely. And within that absence, something moved. The Voidborn. Three guards stood too close, weapons raised but uncertain what they were facing. The Voidborn reached out… not with a hand, but with an extension of its non-presence. It touched the first guard.